Posts Tagged ‘ocean’

Sand Beach

June 13, 2018

(With appreciation of Matthew Arnold’s poem, Dover Beach)

The Ocean is strong  today.

The waves roll in; the sun is bright

upon the Pacific. In this island surf the light

sparkles and tumbles; the rocky shores stand,

steadfast and vast, under a friendly sun.

Let’s do the beach; this afternoon’s energy is vigorous.

But hey! from this long splash of spray,

where sea meets the sun-kiss’d land—

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Listen! we hear the pounding roar

of sand grains which the waves draw back, and fling,

forever, upon this high strand.

Beginning and ceasing, and then beginning again,

with a forceful rhythm it perseveres, to roll

The eternal resonance of wonder in.

Dear Matthew, back in the day,

heard this on the North Sea, and it brought

into his mind the ponderous ebb and flow

of our melancholy brood; we

hear it still the same; yet with that lamenting we discern

a reverberating of relentless purpose

in this pounding Pacific shore.

Oh sea of faith!

Persistent and unrelenting, all ‘round our earth’s shore—

you flap forever like folds of a bright banner unfurled.

Although I also feel

that ancient melancholy, the long, withdrawing roar,

retreating, in the breath

of the evening wind, laden with our roiling refugees

and the uncared-for masses of the world.

Oh, people, let us be true

To one another! For the world, which seems

to boil before us like a pot of strife—

so disjointed, so distraught, so stubbornly the same,

really has somewhere some joy, love, and even flashes of benevolence,

some certainty— here and there a little peace— even some easing of the pain,

while we here on this fragg’ed globe

get swept with fake news and tweeting dweebs who incite us,

as ill-informed combatants clash with their devices.

Glass Chimera

Coast

October 5, 2016

Clear

Coast is clear

life is dear

without fear

now and here

World turns round

up turns down

some get lost, others found

life goes back to ground

Build the town

structures up, but they’ll come down

lots of noise, then dearth of sound

still the world goes round and round

Another day, another turn

some will learn; some will burn

many earn and some discern

still the world doth turn and turn

Clouds rise up

life is tough

times get rough

lose some stuff

When all is said and done

we live and walk and speak and run

we feel pain but we find fun

until this present day is done.

What then?

Do it all again?

How about find a friend

in the one who died and rose again.

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Glass half-Full

Crawling upon the sands of Time

July 10, 2014

 

If I had a pair of ragged claws

scuttling through surf-tossed sands,

I’d crawl up on this shellshorn beach.

I’d raise my thorny head

to see what I could see

to survey this continental conglomerate

that rises before me

like something big and fixed in time.

Whatever this is,

it is not akin to my ocean, no,

not in constant motion,

but something solid is it

something accumulated in time

something sedimented

into one big thing:

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If I could drag me crusty self

upon that stony shore

I would find me windblown

wood grown structure there to rest

beneath its boney  covering crest

and call meself at home.

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But wait! What’s this?

A thorny beast arrests me quest!

This spiny splort to thwart my sport!

Who goes there?

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Declare yourself if ye be man or beast!

Shucks. ‘T’was what I wanted least,

to share me beach with such a quilly guy,

to see me thorny self within his eye.

Pshaw! to put it politely,

‘though I could use another word,

one that you have prob’ly heard.

Glass Chimera

 

The Interface of Light and Matter

June 29, 2014

After 44 years later of pondering this and living the wonderful life God hath provided, I prefer the Torahic approach to conceiving what God is like. Torah, or Genesis, says God made Man in His own image.  God was expressing himself when created all things, including humans. If we see human characteristics in his handiwork, it’s because God intended for us to see that he was expressing himself through creation, just like we do.

God is an artist, like me.

Those artistic tendencies that he developed within me are what enable me to appreciate the Artist that He is.

Here is an example: 

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Nice work, n’est ce pa? I like this better than, say, Mondrian, Pollock or Warhol. And it’s almost as interesting as Wyeth or Monet.

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Here’s another, with a little more background, like DaVinci adding background perspective to Mona’s portrait, which changed art forever:

Sometimes, God takes his brush and turns it downward with a little perpendicular slash, like Van Gogh:

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Other times, God uses his electromagnetic energy to separate Light from Dark, like he did in the Beginning:

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Every now and then, we see a microcosmic image that resembles a larger microcosm. Here’s one that reminds me of an airplane view I got once, over Utah, or maybe it was Nevada:

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Another good thing about the Original Artist: He likes to use his critters to help make the work interesting. Here’s one where the sand critters do their thing:

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Pretty interesting, n’est ce pas?

That’s enough for today’s gallery. Time for dinner. I think Pat’s throwing a salad together with celery or broccoli, maybe some parsley.

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But listen! What Victorious call rings loudly from yon beach bar? See the “V” in the pic above? Here in Tamarindo, Costa Rica, it suddenly has a new meaning:

Viva Costa Rica! Costa Rica just defeated Greece in World Cup Soccer! This has never happened before!

Glass Chimera

shifting on the sands of rhyme

March 1, 2014

Here’s a line in the sand:

surf breaking there,  here shifting strand.

Out there swells planetary ocean;

it rolls in with universal motion.

This continent  begins here, between my toes

with little grains that stretch to grandiose shows:

mountains untamed beyond cultivated grass,

miniscule creatures in habitats vast.

 

Who formed this strand I think I know;

It wasn’t Michelangelo. No,

it wasn’t Newton or Sagan or Copernicus.

‘Though they played their part to show us

the dynamics of this present shifting locus,

it’s no result of human focus.

Nor do our carbon-laden spewings

amount to any significant doings.

 

Our refuse is but momentary trash

sliding up on  shores of civilizations past;

it comes, it goes, but no one knows

what bosons do beneath atomic shows.

If we think it’s in our power

to determine planet emissions of any given hour,

then I’ve got some beachfront land to sell you

in Arizona; here, let me tell you.

 

CR, with new novel, Smoke, soon

Mauka/Makai

July 10, 2013

Where earth has poured out its magma heart

onto ocean’s sphere, things begin to happen

differently.

Then stony solidity challenges watery

dominance,

and blocked kinesis thrusts

interference

patterns onto the wavy deep.

‘Tis then the great fluid finds its

fury,

and the waves their wobbly wanderings.

‘Tis then

the splashy sea find its unsettled voice,

lending boisterous mayhem to the world:

Islands become frontiers of landed life, and

continents become monuments of tectonic

discontent,

and mankind finds itself at home there.

This is a fair place to spend eternity,

if it were so,

but if not, there is a better world

to which we go.

Don’t ask me how I know;

it is the substance of things unseen

to which our faith doth flow.

Glass half-Full

Kauai kai

July 8, 2013

First is the sunshine, everywhere

bright on this deep Pacific blue; way out there

Puff blows up his silver-whites

and pushes them into distant cumulus piles

onto absolutely flat

horizon.

From there afar sapphire stretches at me

rolling into nearer aquamarine

then clearer azure.

The ocean surfs in, tossing frothy white

o’er brown-gold beach, sloshing

sparkles

everywhere, all the way up

into micro wavelets of universal energy;

they flatten

in sine shadow lines that skitter across the cosine sand.

Eons away from any continent

and far far far from any heckled world

in a land called Hanalei,

Hawaii and Thee

I see.

Glass half-Full